Leaving on a Jetplane (Nick Mason AFTERSHOCK RP)

[Scene opens as Nick Mason is walking across a crowded boarding area. He is carrying a large duffel bag, and wheeling a medium sized suitcase. Behind Nick, is a several large glass panes, revealing several commercial airplanes. People are everywhere, hustling and bustling around, getting to their gates. Nick continues walking. He's wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt, and black jeans, along with white shoes and a pair of dogtags on a necklace. Maverick checks his suitcase into the baggage check, and walks toward his gate. He passes by a pair of ladies, and they give him a few furtive glances. Nick ignores them, and arrives at Gate 224.]

PA System: *Flight 224 to New Orleans, Louisana, now boarding.*

[Nick walks to the back of the boarding line. About 10 people are in front of him, and more people are lining up behind him. A few glances go his way, as the line moves forward.]

Female Boarding Agent: Hi there, boarding pass please.

Mason: There ya go.

Female Boarding Agent: Aren't you---

Mason: ---Yeah, i'm Nick Mason.

Female Boarding Agent: I thought so! My son's a big fan. Good luck in your match Sunday.

Mason: Thanks lady...Can I go on the plane now?

Female Boarding Agent: ..Oh, yes. Enjoy your flight sir.

[Mason takes back his pass and moves into the tunnel. It's longer than he would have thought, the grey walls going on for what seems like a mile. He finally reaches the interior of the plane, and female flight attendant, whose nametag says Jean, greets him.]

Jean: Hello, Mister...?

Mason: Mason. Nick Mason.

Jean: The Wrestler?

Mason: ...Yeah. The Wrestler.

Jean: That's fantastic. I'm not a fan, but we have several Make-A-Wish Foundation kids that would love to meet you!

Mason: Is that so?

Jean: Yes! Please, let me show you to your seat, and if it's possible, we could bring some over during the flight.

Mason: As long as i'm not sleeping.

Jean: Of course, sir! This way to your seat.

[Jean leads Nick to his seat. First Class. Nick puts his bag in the overhead compartment and then sits down.]

Mason: Scotch on the Rocks, please. And keep 'em coming.

Jean: Of course sir.

[Jean leaves, and then a short time later, returns with Nick's drink.]

Jean: Would it be ok if I brought a one of those children over now?

Mason: Sure, go ahead.

[Jean turns toward Coach as Nick downs his drink. She returns with a small boy, short brown hair, wearing a red t-shirt.]

Jean: This is Joey, he's a big WWX fan. Joey, this is "Maverick" Nick Mason. He has a big No Disqualification Fatal Four Way Elimination match tomorrow. 

Joey: Hello Mister Mason, my name is Joey.

Mason: Hi Joey.

Jean: I'll leave you two to talk.

[Jean walks off as Nick and the young boy stand there in silence for a few moments. Nick finally breaks the silence.]

Mason: So...Who is your favourite wrestler?

Joey: Well... I like..

Mason: Come on buddy, spit it out.

Joey: My favourite is TA Alexander.

[Nick's jaw drops for a moment, but regains his composure quickly.]

Mason: Really? 

Joey: Yeah.

Mason: And...Why is he your favourite?

Joey: Because I like how he uses weapons. It's exciting.

Mason: It's exciting, huh... Did you happen to watch this past weeks Fury?

Joey: Yes...

Mason: Did you see how I almost ended the Hardcore Legend's career, in a hardcore match?

Joey: You cheated, you did a low blow!

Mason: A win is a win buddy. It doesn't matter how it happens.

Joey: But..

Mason: Jean!

[Jean appears in a matter of seconds, ready to aid Nick.]

Mason: Joey is tired, he should go back to his seat.

Joey: But---

Mason: Now, now Joey. You need rest. Nice meeting you buddy.

[Jean escorts Joey to his seat, as Nick downs another Scotch. He begins to doze off.]
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Jean: Mister Mason...Mister Mason?

Mason: *Ungh*..What?

Jean: Would it be okay if I brought over one more child?

Mason: Oh sure, why not!? The more the merrier.

[Jean heads off to find the next kid, as Nick takes another sip of his third Scotch. Jean returns just as Nick finishes off the glass.]

Mason: Jean, can I get another?

Jean: Of course sir, but first, here is the other young man. His name is Mark.

[Mark is a taller boy, but around the same age as Joey. Pale, with piercing blue eyes, and flaming red hair.]

Mason: Hi there kiddo.

[Jean walks off again, leaving Nick and the kid.]

Mark: So, what is the best part of being a wrestler?

Mason: First Class, free drinks. Travelling the world.

Mark: I see...

Mason: Yep...So...Whose your favourite wrestler?

Mark: Actually, i'm a big Lost Soul fan.

[Nick's jaw drops again, and stays open longer. He closes it, and stares at the young boy.]

Mason: Of course it is.

Mark: I'm sorry...

Mason: No, don't be. Your supposed to like him. All part of the WWX's plan.

Mark: What do you mean?

Mason: Look kid, there are people that the WWX markets towards the fans. Poster Boys. Lost Soul is one of them. He's a corporate puppet.

Mark: But he's not a conformist at all.

Mason: Where did you learn a big word like that, kid? Don't answer that, it's not important. Soul is supposed to be a non-conformist. That's what draws people to him. If he was an average joe, it wouldn't have the same effect.

Mark: Are you saying wrestling is fake?

Mason: No! That's not what i'm saying at all! I'm saying that Lost Soul is marketed for you to cheer him. I'm pushed to be booed. Which is fine by me. 

Mark: So it's fake?

Mason: No! Where are you going on this flight?

Mark: Disney World.

Mason: Wrestling is not like Disney World. Do you think there are actually mouses that can sing and dance? No. Mickey is a guy in a suit. He is fake. I can actually kick people's asses, for real. 

Mark: I think Lost Soul is going to kick your ass at Aftershock.

Mason: I'm going to kick your ass if you don't get out of my sight. Jean!

[Jean arrives again, quicker than the last time.]

Jean: Yes?

Mason: We're done here. And no more kids. I need rest. Can't have bags under my eyes when I destroy Lost Soul and take his Triple A Championship. Have a nice trip, kid.

[Jean escorts Mark away, as Nick finishes off his fourth Scotch. He slams the glass down, and grabs his Avaitor Sunglasses. He puts them on, and leans his head back. He is asleep in a few minutes, getting rest for Aftershock. The plane takes off, as Nick begins to snore. The scene fades to black.]